It's the year 1993 and today is the day I'm burying my best friend, I gaze up into the sky I see nothing but a blanket of sinister clouds. The wind is refreshing and the temperature is breath taking, I close my eyes and say good bye for the last time as her spirit leaves.

"Farewell old friend." I burst out crying as I see the petite girls saying goodbye to their Mother, my Uncle wraps his arms around me and comforts me. "ay ay don't cry, come on, be brave for the little ones.",

"Yea your right I'm sorry." I say wiping the tears from my eyes. The vicar says his peace dust to dust soil to soil earth to earth R.I.P. It begins to rain with hale stone the blistering wind reddening my frail cheeks as it comes down rapidly with the downpour of water. they all walk back to there cars but I stay for a few seconds, just a few. I toss a red rose into the dark grave. It lands with a thud on top of the waxy surface of the wooden coffin. Only then do I leave.

The next day I get up for tedious day at work all I have on my mind is the thought of my friend, and the sinister actions that were put upon her; I begin to start my own investigation on the topic. Before she was buried they had no leads to her death, so they proceeded in doing an autopsy. Nothing was found. Only two small piercing on the crease of her smooth skinned neck. They had no explanation for the two small wounds, the only thing that could have portrayed these actions was the mythical creature only heard of in vial stories of death and despair. Vampires.

I found it difficult to come to terms with this accusation. I refused to believe it. Maybe it was the fact that I was in utter dismay. Or maybe it was merely the panic of what could take place if what was spoken of is true. Either way I didn't want to believe.

That night I didn't sleep. I awoke through the night frequently screaming in a clammy sweat. I could never recall the dreams; I only knew that from then on my existence was unhappiness. Because somewhere deep within of me, contained by a thick layer of disbelief, I knew the reality of things. I just chose not to believe them yet. I took the photo frame from my bed side cabinet in my hand. It enclosed an image of my now decended friend. But she was no longer as I perceived her, a beautiful girl with a graceful disposition, but only an empty frame of a person who once was and always will be my closest friend. I hold it with a anxious and furious crip enlosing it into my heart to comfat the pain i endure,i then cry my self to sleep.

2:45pm i awake from a horific knight mare,and find my self in a unformilur place it was like heaven it was the most desirible place i ever laid my eyes on ,it was a cold a crip winters morning the snow was falling and beneath my feet laid a sinster blackette of snow,the birds was calling to one another and from a distance was a forest but the strange thing is there was no snow on the trees they was bare,and flakey as ever,i here someone call my name i look around confused and scared i here my name being anounconce again"who is that!" i say i a worrid voice,a figure then emurges from the forrest i get a glimps and then there gone,at first i stand it utter shock to whom it might be,i then begin to aproach the forest being enquisitive i am and never the less but this place is really begining to freek me out,i carry on running as fast as my feet could carry me,but i don't seem to be moving it's like i'm stuck in time,but how do you step out of a time loop,the onlay way is to dye in my sleep,but will i be taking a risk or will i just awak from the forbiden mystical place?.